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'mid their sacred crew,
knew.
But the poet rent off robe.html">robe.html">robe and wreath.html">wreath.html">wreath.html">wreath, * so as a sloughing serpent
Laid them at the rhymer's feet, * shed down wreath and raiment both,
moth.
"Thou gav'st the weed.html">weed and wreath of song.html">song, * the weed and wreath are
And this dishonest vesture * is the only vesture that is mine;
him wrong;
long:-
woof of song!"
Never a chief in Saintdom was, * but turned him from the Poet then;
Save sinless Mary, and sinful Mary *--the Mary titled Magdalen.
"Turn yon robe," spake Magdalen, * "of torn bright song, and see.html">see and
They turned the raiment, saw and felt * what their turning did
All the inner surface piled * with bloodied hairs, like hairs of
They took the roseal chaplet up, * and they stood astonished:
bled.
"See his torn flesh through those rents; * see the punctures round
As if the chaplet-flowers had driven * deep roots in to nourish
Lord, who gav'st him robe and wreath, * WHAT was this Thou gav'st
Drew them both by the frightened hand * where Mary's throne made
"Take, Princess Mary, of thy good grace, * two spirits greater than
A sin turn in the wards of Heaven,
So little men their own deeds know,
Guess whitherward draws the battle-sway;
Discern what therefrom shall succeed.
To work rough border-law of Heaven,
These marches 'twixt delimitless Powers.
Is it the all-severest mode
God rather grant, at His assize,
Nor deviates into replicas,
In judgment as creation be.
To pack and label men for God,
Some may perchance, with strange surprise,
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